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Miranda
and Saba always fight on vacation. When they visit a castle that's
been converted into a luxury hotel, they miss the evening ghost walk
because they're too busy arguing. The couple tries to catch up with the
group, but they stumble upon a mysterious woman in need of help.
There's no staff around, so Miranda and Saba take her up to their room.
Where did Oubliette come from? Why is she so dirty? What's with the
clothing that went out of fashion three hundred years ago? And does
Oubliette have the power to reunite two lovers who have been at each
other's throats all night?

Sample

"I think you're going to
need a shower, Oubliette." Miranda poured the entire bottle of shampoo
into the girl's horrible hair and worked it in until her fingers hurt.
The shampoo suds turned black. "How long have you been out in those
woods?"

Oubliette looked up at Miranda and smiled. Her eyes
fluttered and she sank a little deeper into the tub, like she was
delighted to be cared for. She only opened her eyes when Saba reached
behind her to pull the plug. She obviously wasn't expecting it, because
she jumped up in the tub, splashing black water and shampoo suds all
across the wall. When she whipped around, she got dirty water all over
Miranda's white peasant top.

"It's okay," Saba said. "Don't panic. The water's dirty, so time for a shower, okay? Here, take the soap."

Holding
the black bar with both hands, Oubliette examined it intently while
Saba turned on the shower. When water cascaded from the overhead
fixture, Oubliette looked up and screeched. She tried to jump out of
the tub, but it caught her shin and she started to fall. If Saba hadn't
been there to catch her, that pretty face would have met the slate
floor.

Saba held the naked woman, their chests and cheeks pressed
together, both struggling for breath. As Miranda watched this scene,
she chastised herself for feeling so aroused, but she couldn't help it.
Dirty water rushed toward the drain as a clean flow splashed down on
Oubliette's pert little bum. Her naked tits looked so hot against
Saba's fine black gown that Miranda would have paid money to watch them
kiss.

Straightening Oubliette under the shower, Saba helped the
girl wash all that gunk out of her hair. Miranda came forward to help,
surprising herself by taking the soap from Oubliette's hands and running
it all over the girl's belly and breasts.

"Miranda!" Saba said in a reprimanding whisper. "Have a little courtesy."

But
Oubliette was purring like a kitten, leaning half her weight on Saba
while Miranda soaped her filthy flesh. "Wash," the girl pleaded,
pushing her breasts into Miranda's hands. "Yes, wash."

In case you haven't heard about Audrey and Lawrence, it's an anthology of stories about a married older man and his much younger mistress. Not all readers are interested in adultery erotica. Hard-core romancers might not be into cheating. But some of us eat the stuff up. It's decadent and it's dirty, and they'll tell you it's wrong, but you know you've got to decide for yourself.

There's a voyeuristic appeal to adultery erotica, because it's a secret you're not supposed to see. And that makes you want to see it all the more.

At Barnes and Noble, there's a category in their fiction sphere called "Confessional Erotica." Audrey and Lawrence most certainly qualifies. It's based on ten years of my life, when I was in a relationship with an older married man. Yes, it's true. Shame on me. If these stories come off as real-to-life, that's because I'm intimately familiar with the emotions associated with being "the other woman." It is not an easy life, and sometimes it feels like it's not your choice. You're stuck because you're in love. And in lust.

Here's the blurb for this collection:

An affair is always easy in the beginning. There's plenty of steamy sex
and getting-to-know-you. Everything is for now. Immediate gratification.
No thought of the future.

That's how it starts for Audrey and Lawrence. Audrey's only concern is
helping an unhappy man trapped in a sexless marriage revive the virility
of his youth. That approach doesn't last long. As her affection builds,
she wants more than she can have, and more than Lawrence is willing to
give.

Over the course of twelve breathless stories, Giselle Renarde's famous
femme fatale tips from the lofty realm of youthful adoration into the
dark pit of jealous love. Will her behaviour get out of hand when the
affair grows beyond her heart's control?

This complete collection includes all twelve Audrey and Lawrence
stories, many of which make their premiere appearances in this special
compilation.

Audrey and Lawrence has a list price of $5.99 for the ebook (I think the print collection is $11 or thereabouts?), but for a limited time only, the electronic collection is on sale for only $1! This is a deep discount, obviously, and it won't last forever, so snap up your copy today!

Family reunions are best avoided, especially if you’re the ex. Sammy was just going to say hi to a few people and leave early. When her ex-brother-in-law, John shows up looking successful and sexy, passion burns hot and anything goes, except love . . . Or is she wrong?

Excerpt -

Wow! Sammy was surprised at the number of vehicles in the parking lot at Moss Park. Surely they weren’t all there for the reunion. But then again, this had been a year in the making. Cassie and Olivia’s aunts had told them they wanted to make sure all siblings—including their spouses, their children, and their children’s families—had enough time to plan to attend the weekend-long event. As far as Sammy knew, everyone was going to be here.

Sammy laughed softly to herself, wondering if she was the only ex that had been invited. She found a spot beneath a tree, ignoring the NO PARKING sign. Spending the day wasn’t in her plans. She just wanted to say hi, see a few people she hadn’t seen in a while, and then leave. John’s face flashed before her eyes but she shook it away. Out of everyone, he would be the one not to show up. He’d never been much into family stuff.

Sammy followed a small trail that led to the lake and picnic area where the family was to meet. When she came to the end of the path, it opened up to reveal several cabins scattered around the lake, which Sammy knew had been booked for the reunion. They were small, rustic buildings tucked into clusters of trees that offered a sort of privacy barrier for each cabin.

As she strolled toward the first picnic table, her gaze landed on a huge motorcycle parked in front of one of the cabins. She vaguely wondered who it belonged to. Laughter and screaming pulled her attention to the lake, where children and adults were swimming and playing. There was a tire on a rope hanging from a tree and they were taking turns swinging out over the water.

Sammy opened a bright red cooler, grabbed a bottle of water, and continued toward the edge of the lake. She scanned the area, seeing some familiar faces, some not so familiar. Pat and his new wife were relaxing on inner tubes, holding hands to keep from drifting apart no doubt. At least one of them was getting some. She was actually glad her ex was happy. Taking a drink of water, she turned and froze.

John O’Malley was standing in the open doorway of his cabin, his tall body braced by one arm against the jamb, while he took a sip from a brown bottle. As he lowered the bottle their eyes met, and the crooked smile Sammy remembered slowly spread across his rugged features. The years had been good to him. There didn’t seem to be an ounce of spare flesh anywhere on his forty-four-year-old frame, but there was gray in his black hair, which was shorter than she remembered.

She smiled at that. It was hard to believe it had been almost twenty years since she’d seen him last. He was far removed from the lanky, cocky teenage boy with long hair and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. And he was probably thinking something similar about her. Back then, Sammy had been short and a tad heavier than she would have liked. And she’d lacked the self-confidence to accept that a boy like him could really be interested in her.

She realized she was staring at him. God, I hope I’m not drooling! He looked simply delicious, and a heat began spreading over Sammy at this awareness. What was he thinking? He had yet to take his brown eyes off her.

He finally acknowledged her with a slight nod of his head, and Sammy was undecided on whether to ignore him or approach him. After all, he was family. But, in spite of the changes in his appearance over the years, he still reeked of a dangerous attraction that spelled trouble. On the other hand, they were adults now and she was suddenly curious beyond belief to know what he had been up to since the last time they saw one another. Had he remarried? Did he have children? What did he do for a living? Before she knew what she was going to say, she found herself walking in his direction.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t good-little-girl Samantha O’Malley.”

John called her Samantha because he knew she didn’t like her name.

“Well, well, well. If it isn’t bad-boy Johnny O’Malley. And you know I don’t like Samantha.”

“Sam.” He took another sip of his beer.

He knew she didn’t like that any better, but she decided to ignore it. “Come home for the reunion?” She stopped at the bottom of the steps and smiled up at him. She caught a whiff of something mild and pleasant, manly. “I’m surprised.”

He shrugged. “Figured it was time.”

His gaze slid over Sammy like warm chocolate, making her squirm inside.

“You’ve changed.”

Oh my God! The same exact thing he’d said in her dream the night before. “I’ve lost a pound or two.” More like forty.

“You look damn good.” He took a swig of his beer. “Guess the single life agrees with you.”

Dale and Xu are not your typical tornado-chasers. These guys don’t
pretend to be in it for the research. It’s a thrill ride for them,
that’s all. Hell, they spend September to May bettering their minds as
Grad students. They could use a little excitement in their lives.

When Susitna begs to come along on their annual adventure, Xu is
absolutely opposed. Dale convinces him to take her on as a driver so
they can fulfill their fantasy of getting naked in the backseat during a
storm--but they don't tell her that! How will Susitna react to the
boys' storm fetish?

EXCERPT:

As Dale surged forward, the air seemed to get very heavy. He spotted Xu
and Susi in the distance before he noticed the darkened cloud system
over a bright afternoon sky. "Did you find Charlie?" he called to them,
out of breath already. When he heard the dog barking like crazy up
ahead, a familiar sense of trepidation overtook him.

Xu pointed way out into the distance. "What do you think?"

Jogging up to them, Dale stared up at the charcoal grey sky. The winds
were picking up and, without any more warning than that, they were
caught in a downpour.

"What the fuck, man?" Susi shouted, picking up Charlie and holding the
puppy tight against her chest. Charlie stopped barking, and now sat
quivered against her owner's ample cleavage. "Where did this come from?"

Dale couldn't offer any response. He'd planned on tracking storms, or at
least seeing what the real storm trackers had to say this evening when
they arrived at some cheap and cozy motel in Omaha or thereabouts. When
he looked to his partner in crime, Xu said the same thing. "I haven't
had a chance to listen in yet. I wanted to get my course-planning out of
the way first." He held up his cell phone, shielding it from the
onslaught. "I don't get reception out here."

"Wherever here is," Susi said through chattering teeth. Her dark, wet
hair slapped her face, and she had to shout over the high winds. They
should have been running, trying to escape this massive rainfall, but
there was nothing quite so mesmerizing as a possibility.

Lulu and Hotsuma should be enjoying a happy married life but trouble continues to follow them. Masato is back and his reappearance puts Hotsuma in danger again. In exchange for his silence about his return, Masato makes an indecent proposal Lulu cannot help but accept. To make matters worse, someone else has found out about Hotsuma’s powers and is willing to end those powers, and possibly Hotsuma with them, if Lulu doesn’t meet his demands. She’s in over her head and the water is steady rising. Luck and love won’t solve the problem this time, but maybe help from an unlikely option will.

"So, is that a vote for putting everything out in the open and getting the ball rolling on the re-imprisonment of Uncle, your divorce, and the downfall of Voda?"

Her shoulders slumped, and she let her hands drop to her sides. He'd won and he knew it. She had no choice. She didn't have the power to go against the Mizuno family to protect Hotsuma and Voda. She probably never would. There was only one thing she could do.

Masato pulled the towel open and let it drop. His gaze roamed over her body as he licked his lips. "Oh, yes. I can be very distracted with you. But not yet." He glanced at the bedroom door. "Looks like Uncle is on his way back."

Lulu couldn't stop her sigh of relief but she bristled when Masato laughed.

"That's not a reprieve, sweetheart. You'll be seeing me again. When you do, I'll have you screaming with pleasure just like earlier." His laughter got louder as he walked back into the bathroom.

She snatched up her towel and wrapped it around her body before running after him and slamming the door shut.

Hotsuma entered the bedroom and frowned at her. "Lulu?"

She forced herself to smile. "Sorry. I tried to swing the door closed it and misjudged my strength. Did the phone call go okay?"

A haunted expression crossed Hotsuma's face. "Fine. The family is stressing about nothing, as usual."

"Get some sleep. You look tired."

"You too." He opened his arms.

Lulu crossed the room and embraced him with all her strength. She welcomed the feel of his arms around her, blotting out the memory of Masato and what he'd done. "I guess we've both had a busy day."

"Yes we have." He sighed and gave her a squeeze before releasing her. "Tomorrow will be even busier for me."

"Let me know if there's anything I can do to help. I am familiar with hotel management."

"Yes, you are, and you know I will. For now, I can handle it. But thank you." He kissed her forehead and then walked to the bathroom.

Lulu wanted to cry out for him to stop. She held her breath when he opened the door and walked in. When no angered yelling started, she assumed Masato had left.

Masato.

A whole-body shiver made her clutch her towel. She needed to find a way to deal with him that didn't involve sex.

I'm so excited to announce I have a new release with Blushing Books called HOT OFF THE RED CARPET! I've written a lot of books with spanking in them lately, but I haven't written a spanking romance, so I started playing around with ideas and came up with a story about a girl who jumps at the chance to become her favorite movie star's personal assistant. She's been crushing on him forever and can barely contain her inner fan girl. That akes it difficult to do her job and when she messes up one too many times, the hunky actor doesn't hesitate to put her over his knee!

Addison Mattingly has spent her life living in her twin sister’s shadow, so when her sister blows off a chance to be actor Trevor Braden’s personal assistant, Addison decides it’s time to step into the spotlight.

Pretending to be her twin, Addison goes to LA to take the job. Trevor is even hunkier and more gorgeous in person than he is on film, and it’s all Addison can do not to give into her inner fan girl.

That fascination makes a difficult job even harder, and soon she’s making one mistake after another. That’s when Addison learns Trevor has a unique way of getting her to focus on her job—he puts her over his knee and spanks her.

Excerpt:

Once she and Trevor were seated in the back of the limo, Addison gave him a sheepish look. “I’m sorry about the mix-up with the limo.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Trevor said.

Though his handsome face gave nothing away, there was no mistaking the brusqueness in his deep voice, and Addison flushed. He wouldn’t fire her over this, would he? It was her first day, after all. Shoulders slumping, she turned to stare out the window.

Neither of them spoke the rest of the way back to Beverly Hills. When they got to his house, Addison was surprised to find the producer and director already waiting for them. She glanced at her watch and was shocked to see that her mistake back at the television studio had completely thrown them off schedule.

“They’ve been waiting for almost an hour,” Maribel whispered, throwing a nervous glance over her shoulder at the two men in the living room. “I was afraid they were going to leave, so I’ve been trying to appease them with hors d’oeuvres.”

Trevor scowled. “I’ll take care of it. Thank you, Maribel.”

Addison gave the cook a grateful smile before hurrying after Trevor. God, she hoped this didn’t cost him the part.

But Trevor was extremely good at smoothing any feathers that had been ruffled, and after a few minutes, both men were more interested in discussing their movie than they were in the fact that Trevor had been late.

As Addison listened to them talk, her gaze strayed to the array of hors d’oeuvres on the table. She hadn’t eaten since lunch and the sight of all that shrimp, lobster and caviar was making her mouth water. She was just wondering if it was acceptable for personal assistants to eat during a meeting with their boss’s potential employers when it suddenly occurred to her that all of the hors d’oeuvres had been made with seafood. Oh crap. She was supposed to tell Maribel that the director had an aversion to anything with seafood in it.

Hoping Maribel hadn’t already left for the night, Addison murmured something about checking her messages, then hurried into the kitchen. Fortunately, the cook was still there. She quickly explained the situation to the other woman.

“Do you have anything else we could serve?” Addison asked.

Maribel shook her head. “I make all my hors d’oeuvres by hand.”

Great. Addison chewed on her lower lip, trying to come up with an idea. “What about cheese and crackers. I know it’s not as fancy, but at least it’s not seafood.”

Maribel was silent as she considered the suggestion, but then she nodded. “I do have some cheese.” She opened the refrigerator. “There are crackers in the pantry. Top shelf on your right.”

The pantry was more like a small food store, so Addison had her pick of crackers. They were all fancier than anything she’d ever bought for herself, so she chose two boxes at random, then set the crackers out on a plate while Maribel sliced an equally fancy assortment of cheeses.

Ten minutes later, Addison was back in the living room with a huge plate of cheese and crackers in her hands. Trevor was going over some lines for the part he’d be playing, and it was all she could do not to stop in her tracks and listen to his sexy voice.

Careful not to interrupt, she set the plate of cheese and crackers down on the coffee table, then sat down in the overstuffed chair. She’d never really given much thought to how an actor went about getting a part in a movie, but the whole thing was extremely fascinating. Not nearly as fascinating as Trevor, though. Hearing him read for the part of a no-nonsense cop was almost enough to make her swoon.

Somehow, she managed to control herself, but only because Trevor had finished going over the script and was now discussing set locations. Noticing the director could use a refill on his coffee, Addison picked up the carafe and at his nod, began to pour some into the cup he was holding. As she did, she made the mistake of glancing over at Trevor. The moment her eyes met his, she completely forgot what she was supposed to be doing. The next thing she knew, the director was howled of pain.

Addison jerked out of her trance to find that she’d spilled hot coffee all over the director’s pants.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” the man demanded, jumping to his feet.

Heat suffused her face. “Oh God, I’m so sorry!” She set the carafe down on the table and grabbed a handful of cocktail napkins. “Here, let me—”

The director grabbed the napkins out of her hand. “I think you’ve done enough,” he snarled, giving her a hard look as he wiped his sodden pants.

Addison felt her color deepen. “I…” she began, but he had already turned his attention on Trevor.

“We’ll be in touch,” he said stiffly.

Throwing the napkins down on the coffee table, the director pushed past Addison and stormed out of the room. The producer murmured something to Trevor she didn’t catch before he left, too. A moment later, she heard the front door slam.

Addison gave Trevor a sheepish look. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention, I guess, and…” The words trailed off at the dark look on his face.“I-I’ll go and apologize.”

Addison’s bottom lip trembled as she watched Trevor walk out of the living room. If her carelessness had cost him this movie, she was done for, she was sure of it.

Blinking back tears, Addison picked up two of the plates of uneaten hors d’oeuvres and carried them into the kitchen. Maribel frowned at the cheese and crackers.

“They didn’t like that, either?” she asked.

Apparently, Maribel mustn’t have heard the shouting. Addison set the plates down on the granite countertop. “They…um…had to leave.”

The other woman’s frowned deepened at that, but Addison didn’t offer any more details. It was bad enough she’d embarrassed herself in front of Trevor and his guests. Going back out into the living room, she collected the rest of the plates and carried them into the kitchen. Maribel was covering the cheese and crackers with plastic wrap, and Addison grabbed one of the crab puffs before the women could do the same to the other hors d’oeuvres.

She was just working on her second one when Trevor walked in. From the look on his face, Addison couldn’t tell if his talk with the director had gone well or not, and she braced herself.

“When you’re finished here, I’d like to speak to you, Addison. I’ll wait for you in your office.”

Addison swallowed hard, the piece of crab puff almost getting caught in her throat. Well, at least he hadn’t fired her in front of Maribel. Avoiding the other woman’s curious gaze, she slid off the stool she’d been sitting on and left the kitchen.

She made her way down the hallway on leaden feet. She’d never gotten fired from any job she’d ever had, and the prospect of being given her walking papers after half a day as Trevor Braden’s personal assistant made tears sting her eyes. If her sister found out, she’d never live it down.

Addison stood outside the door to her office for a moment to collect herself. Finally taking a deep breath, she walked in.

Trevor was leaning back against the desk, his arms folded across his broad chest, and Addison’s pulse quickened. Even on the verge of being fired, all she could think about was how incredibly sexy he was.

“You wanted to see me?” she asked in a small voice.

He pushed away from the desk. “Close the door, if you would.”

Addison did as he asked, and then turned to face him. She waited for him to say something, but he only stood regarding her with those soulful dark eyes, his arms still crossed over his chest.

She looked up at him from beneath lowered lashes. “Y-you’re going to fire me, aren’t you?”

“No.”

She blinked, not sure that she’d heard right. “You’re not?”

“No,” he said again. “But I am going to make sure that we don’t have a repeat performance of what happened tonight.”

Addison frowned, not sure where he was going with that. “I don’t understand.”

“Which is why I intend to make myself perfectly clear.”

Taking her arm, Trevor marched her over to the leather couch that was set along one wall. What was he going to do, sit her down and lecture her? She was just about to say that wouldn’t be necessary when he sat down and pulled her unceremoniously over his knee.

Addison was so startled that for a moment all she could do was lay there draped over his muscular legs and stare down at the plush, beige carpet. What the heck was he doing? She craned her neck to look over her shoulder at him and was shocked to feel a sharp smack on her upturned bottom.

“Mr. Braden, what—?” She gasped as his hand came down again, this time on her other cheek. Oh my God, he was spanking her!

I have a new release out with Blushing Books! It's called THE REAL THING, and it's about a movie star who's fallen off the A-list and will do anything to get back on it, including marrying a man she doesn't love. But all that changes when she meets a ruggedly handsome artist who not only warms her bottom when she needs it, but also makes her realize that some things are more important than fame.

Happy Reading!

Actress Raine Montgomery will do anything to get back on the A-list, including marrying a man she doesn’t love. As the wedding gets closer—and the reality of her decision hits her—she wants nothing more than to escape her crazy life, so she heads to a spa in the mountains of northern California. But thanks to a snowstorm, she ends up stranded in the middle of nowhere.

Artist Logan McBride comes to her rescue. He might be sinfully handsome, but he’s also rude, arrogant and annoying as hell. Unfortunately, his cabin is the only shelter in the storm, so Raine has no choice but to go with him.

The cabin turns out to be just as rough around the edges as its owner, something Raine takes great pleasure in pointing out to Logan on several occasions. Tired of her endless complaining, Logan puts her over his knee and spanks her.

Raine can’t get back to Hollywood fast enough. In LA, however, she’s shocked to discover she can’t get the handsome, domineering artist or the spankings he gave her out of her head. Now, with the wedding only weeks away, how can Raine go through with her farce of a marriage when it’s obvious she has feelings for the man who so expertly reddened her bottom at his mountain cabin?

Excerpt:

Getting snowed in with Logan had given her a bye, a time-out from her life there. When the snow stopped, she was going to have to go home and marry Cameron, like it or not.

The reminder put her in a pissy mood for the rest of the day, so it was probably a good thing Logan spent most of it in his studio or she probably would have gone off on him if he looked at her wrong.

If he noticed how quiet she was during dinner he didn’t comment on it. When he gave her a curious look as they were cleaning up afterward, she thought for sure he was going to ask what was up, but he only stared out the window above the sink as he washed and she dried.

“It stopped snowing,” he said.

Raine looked out the window. In the early evening dimness, the final flakes of snow fluttered down. Her hands suddenly shook, a ridiculous sense of panic taking hold of her. With the blizzard over, there was nothing to keep her here.

She finished drying the plate and put it back in the cabinet with the others. “Good. I can finally get my car out of that stupid ditch. I’ll go change.”

His brows drew together. “You want to go now?”

Five minutes ago, she’d dreaded the idea of leaving, so why was she in such a hurry to go? Because the longer she stayed, the harder it was going to be to go back to her life. And as much as she hated the direction it was headed at the moment, she did have to go back. Her poor assistant Chloe was probably completely freaked out because she hadn’t checked in.

“Yeah.” She folded the dish towel and placed it on the counter. “I mean, there’s no real reason to wait until morning when I can leave now.”

“There isn’t? How about waiting for them to plow the roads?”

“You have four-wheel drive.”

“But you don’t.”

He had a point. Dammit.

She sighed. “Okay. I still need to go into town, though. And not that pitiful place we drove though the other night—the other one.”

He frowned again. “What for?”

“I have to call my assistant and let her know where I am.”

He dried his hands on the towel she’d just folded. “You’ve already waited two days to call her. One more day won’t hurt.”

Probably not, but it was the longest she’d gone without talking to the other woman. And if there was one person in Hollywood she could talk to, it was Chloe. She wasn’t just her assistant, she was her best friend. And talking to her was what she should have done instead of running off to the spa. If she had, she wouldn’t be stranded in this cabin where she had way too much time to think about how much more simple life would be if she could stay here forever.

“I have to call her tonight.”

She walked over to where her bag sat on the floor beside the couch and rummaged through it for her jeans. Then she remembered they were still hanging up in the bathroom. She hoped they were dry.

“Forget it,” he said from behind her. “I’m not talking you anywhere tonight.”

She didn’t know why his answer bothered her, but it did. She whirled around to glare at him. “Why do you always have to be so damn difficult?”

“Me?” He folded his arms across his chest. “I’m not the one demanding we go out there in two feet of freaking snow and risk our lives just so I can talk to my assistant.”

Raine knew from the way the muscle in his jaw worked that she was on the verge of royally pissing him off. Considering that had gotten her spanked the other night, she probably should have let the issue drop—especially since he was right. It was insane to go out before the roads were plowed. But she couldn’t back down. So, she mimicked his pose and glowered back at him.

“I may be the actress, but you’re the one being dramatic. If you won’t drive me, I’ll borrow your truck and go myself.”

“The hell you will. I’ve seen the way you drive.”

She lifted her chin. “That was the car’s fault, not mine.”

He shook his head. “I thought you learned something from that spanking I gave you the other night, but I guess not.”

“I learned that you’re a Neanderthal who likes to put a woman over your knee whenever she does something you don’t like.”

“Not all women. Just the ones who act like spoiled brats.”

“I am not a spoiled brat!”

His brow rose. “So, you’re saying you weren’t about to throw yourself on the floor and start kicking and screaming? Could have fooled me.”

She almost stamped her foot, but caught herself just in time when she realized what a field day he’d have with that. She settled on a growl of frustration instead. “Just go into your studio and paint something, dammit.”

“I’ll do that. Right after I spank you.”

Raine backpedaled, almost tripping over her weekender bag. “You are not spanking me again.”

Logan advanced on her, sidestepping the bag without even looking down. “Oh yes, I am.”

She backed up some more, but he grabbed her arm before she could take more than two steps. She dug in her heels, but her bare feet hand couldn’t get enough of a grip.

“Let me go, you Cro-Magnon!”

He spun around so abruptly she had to take a step back. “I thought you said I was a Neanderthal.”

“Same thing,” she ground out.

“Not really.” Did he just smirk? “Cro-Magnons are much more advanced.”

She clenched her teeth. “Then that’s definitely not you.”

This time he most certainly smirked. She probably would have slapped it off his face if he hadn’t sat down on the couch and yanked her tumbling over his knee.